ANJALI SINHA - ** THAT GLITTERING SWORD ***

All that glitters
is not gold.
Not all those raptures
are love
those symphonies
are not music to ears
Oft ounce of smile
Hides tones of agonies.
And weary eyes asks
Indifferent firmament
Why me?


The calcareous insecurities
suffered when child
that haunts
the old sepulchre
Can only be
hammered down
by diaphanous love.

Deep values
engraved when young
cannot be defaced
They lie in subterranean
Unconscious
like solid rock foundation.

From the cinerary,
a fire so bright
May be exiguous
so effulgent
that when
renewed
shall be a
quixotic sword of love
that was once broken
But now will slay the ghost
Of haunted memories
So to make place for
Immaculate peace and
love divine.

10-03-2009

ANJALI SINHA

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